Only for my cock

Every now and then I write a post that I know doesn't show my best side, but this one makes me feel particularly embarrassed.

Before I would use a Viagra pill (see Pills, powders and liquids) for my next encounter with C. (see Starfucker on third base) I wanted to try out if it really worked as it was supposed to. And what better occasion to do that than at a sex party. In one of the clubs in the city such a party was organised and after swallowing half a Viagra pill I went there.

The dress code was 'underwear or naked' and since one of my most popular assets is my cock, I decided to go flaunt it. I first walked around to check the whole place out and while doing so I already spotted a sexy younger guy between all the older men. I noticed how he tried to make eye contact, but I first wanted to see the place and know my options before I went for anything.

Among the estimated hundred visitors there were about five guys I wanted. When I passed the young guy for the second time I let my eyes meet his, and a few seconds later he went down on me. After having received a long blow job I kissed him, which was very enjoyable. He insisted on sucking me a lot more and didn't allow my hand in his briefs. I sat down next to him and we had a chat -- not the most common thing to do at a party like that. Alan was a tourist from New York and had been curious about this experience. I tried to make conversation but then we kissed again and he finally allowed me to suck him. "If you wanna fuck me, you have a green light," he suddenly said. "I've just arrived and don't wanna cum yet," I replied, "Let's do that later on, I wanna walk around a bit first." Maybe it was blunt, but at least I was honest.

Downstairs I noticed the second one of the five guys I liked. He looked French, but he didn't say a word and his expression showed that he had no interest in me at all, as opposed to everyone around him: they couldn't keep their hungry eyes off my massive cock. I ordered a diet coke and walked around a bit more. At some point I was standing behind an Arab who was more sexy than he was handsome, the third of the five guys I wanted. Just when I was made my move, so did the hung guy in front of him. I touched the Arab's trimmed and muscled chest while he gave the guy a blow job, but he briefly looked me in the eyes and then removed my hand in annoyance.

About fifteen minutes later I met the Arab again on a balcony overlooking the ground floor. I touched him again, he checked me out, and then he went down on me. He wanted me to fuck him so I went downstairs to get some lube -- I always have my own condoms with me. Then I returned I was kind of surprised that he had actually waited for me. He grabbed the balcony railing while slightly bending over and I carefully shoved my cock into his arse. It hurt, but he wanted me to proceed. I first fucked him slowly just standing behind him, but when it didn't seem to hurt him anymore I lifted him up by his legs turned him a bit making my strokes more aggressive.

In the meantime a real audience of about twenty guys had assembled around us. This triggered the exhibitionist in me and I made a good show of the fucking session, making sure that beside trying to give my guy optimal pleasure it also looked good for whoever was watching. I made long strokes, almost pulling out my cock and than ramming it in completely. The Arab was enjoying it very much and suddenly whispered something to me that I couldn't hear very well. About a minute later he started laughing and so did everyone around us. I figured I probably did something stupid, went on fucking for another minute and then pulled out.

I had noticed that Alan had also been watching and briefly wondered if I was an asshole for postponing fucking him and then fuck another guy instead. But hey it's a sex party; what do you expect? And besides, as I later told him, I hadn't cum yet and could fuck him later anyway. "That was quite funny what happened there," Alan said. I didn't know what he was talking about. "The guy you fucked shot his load very far off the balcony and hit at least six people downstairs with it," Alan said, "He was obviously enjoying it tremendously." So that was why everyone had been laughing.

I went downstairs to get myself a drink at the bar. "That was an impressive performance," the guy next to me said, "How could you fuck so long without cumming?" He said he'd love to be taken by me as well and in fact most of the guys walking around there suddenly offered me their asses. Then a somewhat older guy walked up to me. He said he worked for a famous porn label and asked me if I was interested in working as a porn actor, if I would like to audition. I laughed and said, "No, sorry, I'm not interested. I've got a good job already." Later I realised that I should at least have asked what label he worked for.

Upstairs I saw the fourth of the five guys I liked. He said he wanted some privacy so we went to cabin where he fucked me. He also wanted it the other way around but I had enough of the marijuana taste of his unimpressive kisses. On the balcony I saw him again: he was kissing Alan and the two of them beckoned me to join them. I kneeled to suck their cocks while they kissed and then we swapped roles a few times. I climbed on a bench and while Alan sucked me the other guy fucked him. After the other guy left I fucked Alan. When I offered Alan my ass he put on a condom and lubed up but couldn't get hard enough to fuck me. While I was bending over for him I noticed that some guys were happily surprised that I was also willing to bottom. Yet I wouldn't do so for them.

Alan asked me if I wanted to drink something with him after the party and I agreed, but I didn't want to leave the party yet. The fifth guy I liked was a cute Indian-looking guy with beautiful skin, an athletic body and a hairy chest. We had made eye contact a few times but he was constantly in the company of another guy, who I thought was his boyfriend. Again I tried to get the French guy's attention but he still wasn't interested. I gave up on him. At the bar I had a drink with Alan and one guy who passed us told him he was a lucky guy for being with me. "He's gorgeous and has a perfect cock, don't you reckon?" the guy said to Alan, then bowed and kissed my hardon.

Most people were now leaving and so was the Indian-looking guy. I walked up to him and said, "A pity you're leaving already." He told me he was from South-Africa and that he wanted me. He sat down and I sucked his cock, licked his nipples, and sniffed up the sweat from this hairy chest. Then I fucked him in the mouth while playing with his cock and nipples. After that it was time to leave for me as well. I had been at the party for almost three hours and had had four of the five guys I wanted.

Alan and I went to a few pubs between the club and his hotel. We chatted about different things and I liked him. He liked me too, but his many compliments made me feel uncomfortable. At some point he said he wanted to have me as his boyfriend, and that he would be very good to me. I said I didn't believe in long-distance relationships, to which he replied that he could easily arrange a transfer to a local office of his company. I couldn't believe my ears; was he in his right mind!? After a decent amount of alcohol we went to Alan's hotel where we had some more sex.

Early in the morning I fucked him once again, took a bus home, showered, had breakfast, and travelled to arrive at work well in time. Alan was going to come over to my place in the evening for drinks. However, he had already turned that into a dinner and his long-term plans with me were so serious that it scared me, and so I cancelled the appointment with some lame excuse.